A Night at Perkins

One might ask what one does with one’s self after waking up at 3:30pm. Well in my case, Perkins with Sarah and Anna Leisa. Gems, the both of em.

I judge the quality of a restaurant by the music it faintly plays in the background, thus making Perkins a restaurant of the highest caliber. On Sunday night, it was subtly invading its customers’ ears with the unmatched sounds of Madonna’s True Blue (Hey Melanie, do you remember that tape? You forgot to take it with you when you went to college, so I claimed it for myself. It is now associated with all that is good about childhood).

Perkins also plays Starship a surprising lot, so I don’t actually know why anyone would dine anywhere else. You might even say that “nothing’s gonna stop us now” from eating at Perkins every night. ZING!